Mao sits on a soft nursery mat, clutching a pancake in one pudgy hand. He takes a shy nibble, then lets out a delighted squeak—so small it’s almost musical. Suddenly startled by a fluttering stuffed bat toy, he emits a short, comical puff of flame that singes the air like a sparkler. His eyes widen in surprise, then a tiny giggle bubbles up as he realizes nothing was harmed. Drool glistens on his chin as he picks at the pancake again, cheeks puffed out with doughy sweetness.
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